Taste Of Sin

“If I die, promise me that you will protect what is inside this envelop,” He said getting right to the point while handing me a black envelop. The envelop was flat as if it did not contain much and was around A5 in size.

“What’s inside?” I asked him the most natural question to ask at that time.

“If I die, you will open it and you will find out. If I don’t die, you must never open it and no one will ever find out what is inside. Simple. Can you promise me, Lucien?” he asked me once more with dead seriousness in his eyes. If I say no, our deal will breakdown right here and now. Protect whatever was in the envelop? How hard could that be...?

“I promise,” I replied sticking out my hand.

He shook my hand firmly without breaking eye contact. Then we parted ways and I have never seen him in person since.

Now he’s dead and as promised, I will open and protect whatever was placed in that black envelop.

I opened the safe and there was the black envelop just as I had left it in here 4 years ago